The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 6

The dress drops from my hand. His eyes wander lower. My heart skips a beat. His gaze lingers. I can barely hear my breaths as intense hunger clouds his eyes. I’ve never seen a man look at me that way before, and I’ve never seen that look in his eyes, even when he looked at Anya. It was so new to me.

The sound of footsteps breaks both of us out of our trance. Atticus steps in and slams the door shut before anyone can see me.

The sound is enough to remind me of my state.

I spin around and cover my exposed breasts even though it doesn’t make sense now that he’s seen them. And I’m not helping the situation by showing him my bare ass either. That is if he’s still looking at me, which I doubt he is.

He clears his throat.

“I’ll leave when my brother walks past my room.” He tells me. Did I mistake it, or was there a huskiness to his voice?

“It’s okay,” I whisper. “This is your room. I’ll be finished in a minute. You can have the room to yourself after.”

“No.” He disagrees. “There is no need to rush.”

There is a slight pause before he softly says, “this will be your room eventually.”

out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding as I fell onto his bed. My face hits his shirt, and I inhale even though I shouldn’t.

when the door suddenly opens again, “Autumn, why are you still not dressed?” my mother demands. “What are

for us a little distance away, and I can feel my cheeks burn at the reminder of

was about to break the record for my list of most embarrassing

as he walks into the room to change

up,” my sister tells me as she joins my side. I take it from her

were calling me a fake friend; others were begging me to be their friend

like the one message that stood

‘How could you?’

words, but it left the impact that

agree to marry me. Did his parents threaten him and force him to agree? But they were by my side the entire time; they wouldn’t

calls from her—my closest friend. She should know that I would never intentionally betray her. This was out of my control. I didn’t even know about

way to stop the wedding. Even though my heart belonged to him, I didn’t want to take him

of the room, my heart stops beating for a second. I can’t help but stare. The white shirt compliments his eyes, and the fabric pressed tightly against

gets caught in my throat. I quickly looked away, trying to act normal even though my heart was racing in my chest. This is the effect he

man I’ve ever set my eyes on. Too good looking

me,” Atticus says, and I do as he says. He takes us to the photographer. The man looks eager to take our pictures. This must be something he loves doing. Was he accustomed to taking pictures of couples who didn’t want to

arms around her.” The

are other photographers to the back, ready to snap